Jared/Jensen prompt post for October **CLOSED**
All prompts and fills must have Jared/Jensen as the main pairing, no exceptions. Any other pairings must be temporary or in the past. This is the post for characters over the age of 18!
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***Filling is open between October 1st and October 14th***
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Jensen’s world was foggy, his head hurt and there were shooting pains in his feet, his hands and his legs. He thought he was lying on his side on some sort of soft bed, but cold air currents tickled his bare skin. He was naked, and there were fingers brushing through his hair and rubbing his scalp, that weren’t his own. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He heard a strange whine from somewhere, and tried again. He realized with sudden horror that the whine was his own, and tried to sit up, but his fingers were wrapped in layers of bandage and his back wouldn’t cooperate.
“Ssh. There, there pup. There’s no need for words. Never again. Lie still, or I’ll have to put you in your crate. The King won’t want his precious bitch to pull any stitches, will he?”
The world began to clear into focus and Jensen became horribly aware of his own nudity, on a huge velvet cushion, with his head lying in the lap of a huge rugged man, with uneven teeth and gray hair. There was a crooked smile on the man’s face as he grinned down at Jensen with inexplicable excitement.”
“There! Oh, just look at your eyes, pup. They are darling. We will find you a collar to match! You want to look smart for Master, don’t you?”
Jensen searched his mind to find a reasonable explanation for his current predicament, but the last thing he remembered was a quiet walk on the beach of this remote and beautiful planet, and a drink at a shoreline bar.
Everyone was so friendly here, and it seemed that the harmony reached all the way to the Royal family. He mused briefly on King Jared, because really, according to the pictures of him, he was pure harmony. Tall, well built, with foxy eyes and glossy brown hair, the guy had to have some serious faults if he wasn’t already paired off. If Jensen was honest, he may have traveled to this planet with more than a few fanciful dreams of meeting the King in some happy accident, which would lead to another meeting and so forth…
A sharp pain traveled Jensen’s spine and made his back ache, he reminded himself to concentrate on what was important.
He was travelling alone, so a prank was unlikely. Drugs, he decided. The drink had to be drugged, and none of this was real. He hoped he wasn’t slumped anywhere too embarrassing, or where the local police might find him. He tried again to move, and pain tingled through his fingers. He lifted bandaged hands toward his face, and they spotted with blood as he watched. A sharp slap to one of his bare nipples made him draw breath and startle.
“Naughty bitch! Look at your sorry paws! I said be still!”
A second slap drew a whine, and Jensen was abruptly aware of the pain, and the reality of the situation, and the fact that his voice was gone, entirely gone, and he was naked, and in pain, and in a stranger’s hold. Yes, there were probably drugs involved, but maybe he wasn’t drugged any more.
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Jensen been warned about the planets on the rim. Of course he had, but the tales had been too unbelievable and the pictures of the destinations too enticing. He had traveled for almost a year, hitching and working his way through space, and he’d got overconfident, arrogant even. He hadn’t listened, and now, here he was, no longer whole, a pup, a mere plaything.
Tears sprang to his eyes and Jensen was angry, so damn angry. He struggled and scrambled with all his might to punch and kick and run away from the strange man with his watchful bright eyes, the soft cushion, and his own stupidity. He would jump a ride on the first craft he saw, and even if it meant working the engine room, or screwing the entire crew, he would get away from this place.
Piercing pain traveled from phantom toes, up every nerve and screeched agony in his spine, and he doubled over, with a high pitched whine. The only position where he could find relief was on all fours, even then his bandaged stumps slipped and ached and bled. A tug on his neck drew attention to a wide collar around his neck, fixed to a leash which was tied firmly to a wall-ring.
Strong hands pushed his head down to grind his nose into cold floor.
“Bad pup!”
The stranger’s other hand swatted a firm slap to Jensen’s ass, which landed with a red hot tingle on smooth flesh, and oh god, oh god, disturbed something with fine, soft hair of fur, that swished over the top of his thigh, and sent more pain shooting up the hole of his ass and cramped his stomach. He had a tail. One that was fixed by what felt like sharp staples in the walls of his most private channel, and that really couldn’t be a good thing.
Another slap rocked Jensen and his hands slipped until he rested on his elbows, so his ass pointed up, taking the beating that continued until he was sure his ass cheeks flamed red, and they throbbed with heated agony. His cock swayed painfully with the force of each smack, and the man laughed and grabbed at it, squeezed and then slapped it into motion, like a pendulum.
Tears of pain and humiliation spilled over Jensen’s lashes and rolled down his cheek, but there was a measure of relief in finding that his new Master had left him whole there.
“That’s it bitch. You know what you deserve. You’re going to learn your place quickly, or suffer for it.”
Jensen’s training crate was dark and cold and lonely, with barely enough room to turn, and height enough to only accommodate him on all fours. At the front, a water bottle was filled daily for him and stinking kibble in gravy filled a nosebag which hung around his neck and demanded to be eaten with a dip of his mouth into the food. Each meal came with new agony of punishment for the mess that smeared on his face. Jensen soon learned to lap at his food cleanly, with a delicate, outstretched tongue, or bear the humiliation of having his nose and mouth held down in it until his lungs were bursting for air, and his legs stopped kicking. Then his trainer would laugh while he coughed and wheezed the disgusting chunks from his throat and nose.
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Time passed slowly, with no relief from the pain, the cold and the dark. He didn’t know if he had been there for days, or weeks or years. The dim light never changed, and Jensen hadn’t adjusted to planetary time before he was kidnapped anyway. Somebody came to unwrap his bandages, and Jensen stared in despair at his new stubby, fingerless paws with velvet pads on the palm. Medical assistants jabbed at his back, and x-rayed his spine, and he learned what he had already suspected, he would never be able to stand upright again.
Hope began to fade, and Jensen found it easier to cooperate, but still, every time he was told to come out and learn to be a good, playful, pup, he dug his paws in and had to be dragged by his collar from that stinking crate, into the dimly lit concrete cell, to continue being dragged, with the encouragement of the cattle prod, to commands like, heel, and beg. Jensen did the minimum to prevent the sharp whack of leather belt on his skin, but each day he nevertheless performed more completely for his torturer.
The first suggestion of hope or happiness that Jensen felt, came one day, after his trainer declared “Pup’s ready”, and walked away. A tall, familiar-looking man, in a fine suit, with soft hazel eyes and a dimpled grin, let himself into the cell, and approached Jensen’s crate. Jensen struggled to remember who this person was, but he knew his memory of him was fond.
Jensen nevertheless backed away as elegant fingers reached through the bars of the crate and rubbed behind his new pointed ears. The steady massage of the spot behind his ears felt surprisingly relaxing. Jensen found himself shuffling forward to encourage it.
“Oh good pup, pretty pup, you like that don’t you?” The man’s voice was warm and gentle and his praise seemed genuine. Jensen didn’t know how long it was since he’d heard a kind word. Tears sprang to his eyes, and he sniffed.
“Oh, my little Jen-pup!” The kind man smiled softly at him.
The crate door opened, “Heel, Pup!” The command was clear and yet it was spoken without anger. Pup crept out, reluctant paw in front of reluctant paw and circled neatly to heel, eager for more praise from this happy stranger.
“Good boy!” The man bent down and planted an unexpected kiss on his forehead and mussed his hair with one hand. The other hand he held flat. Pup saw the round brown of confectionary and smelled chocolate. His eyes widened. This wasn’t pet kibble.
“I knew you’d be perfect for me. You want this, yes? Take it then.”
Pup took it delicately between his teeth and savored the taste and melt of it on his tongue.
“Wag your tail for me then.”
And Pup waggled his ass so his tail shook and the silky strands felt good on his skin.
The stranger left too quickly, but he promised to return, only if Pup was good in his lessons.
Pup came quickly when his trainer called him. He snapped to heel when he was asked. He ate his food cleanly, and fetched the tennis ball that was thrown, and every day his kind Master, King Jared visited for just a little longer and showed him just a little more of life outside the crate, and Jen-Pup wagged his tail and licked his fingers. After a few days Master Jared took him for a short walk outside the training cell, where the sky was blue through the window and he could hear the sigh of the ocean, and Jensen thought he would do anything for him.
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When Master told Pup that he was going to let him sleep in his bedchamber, and showed him the whisker piercings that he would use to decorate his face, Pup merely sighed and directed an adoring green gaze up at his him.
Jared grinned down at his perfect, pretty, Pup. It had been interesting, if excruciatingly slow, watching Jen being broken-in, on the closed-circuit feed. Pup suffered so prettily. Now though, Jared would touch and fuck, and feel every fresh wound and torture with his Pup. He planned to make his Jen-Pup cry silent tears, and the bitch would be grateful for it.
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OP here, and I think I'm in love with you nonny!! I could not be happier right now. I've never had a prompt on a kink meme filled before, and on top of the excitement of having a prompt filled, this is EXACTLY what I was looking for. UGH. I love everything about it. This:
Another slap rocked Jensen and his hands slipped until he rested on his elbows, so his ass pointed up, taking the beating that continued until he was sure his ass cheeks flamed red, and they throbbed with heated agony. His cock swayed painfully with the force of each smack, and the man laughed and grabbed at it, squeezed and then slapped it into motion, like a pendulum.
Tears of pain and humiliation spilled over Jensen’s lashes and rolled down his cheek, but there was a measure of relief in finding that his new Master had left him whole there.
It's like you know me, lol! Thank you so, so much for this fic. You totally made my day!! :D
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You never know - I might actually know you, but that's the fun of this I think. :) Happy that you're happy.
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